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Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Five

Forty-eight hours later couldn’t have come sooner. The orange-purple glow of the sun stains the sky, marking the impending end of another short winter day. The day before the day before Christmas. I’m curled up on the couch with Trixie’s head in my lap, halfheartedly watching Rise of the Guardians—her pick, not mine. The animated main character, Jack Frost, dons an easygoing grin. A complete and utter departure of the devastating scowl that belongs to the man in real life with the same last name. As much as I want… Read More

Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Four

The digital dashboard clock digits turn, mocking the passage of time. The radio jock’s cheery voice grates on my nerves as he chatters about the latest Christmas jam in their holiday playlist line up. It’s four days till Christmas but it feels anything but festive. I chance another glance at the passenger side, monitoring Trixie who’s been uncharacteristically quiet for most of the drive. Meanwhile I’m reeling. From the weekend. From what was decided during my absence. But I try my damnedest not to show it, focusing on the road… Read More

Fire On Ice

The ice rink was empty, except for me. Just how I needed it. I glided across the frozen surface, practicing my routine with the precision that had been drilled into me since childhood. My skates sliced intricate patterns, body moving with the grace and athleticism of the years of intense training. When I was on the ice, nothing else mattered except the music, the movements, and finding that perfect balance of art and sport. Out here, I didn’t have to think about classes or calories or anything except losing myself… Read More

Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Three

Before I can get my bearings about me, Tilda appears again, her expression unreadable beneath the severe line of her tightly-pinned auburn hair. “I’ll escort you downstairs to your car,” she informs me. A clipped, professional tone that brooks no argument. Escort. The word lands like a slap, my throat constricting painfully even though I know she didn’t mean it in the way my mind automatically goes. All the same, I’m reminded with brutal clarity of my role here to the very end. A transaction. A service provided. For the… Read More

Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Two

I step into the shower stall, the sleek modern design exuding an air of luxury. My gaze shifts warily towards the wide showerhead, a conflicted feeling stirring within me. The last two days have been… I don’t even have the words. The showerhead seems to glare back at me, its numerous nozzles like eyes. Peering. Waiting. With a trembling hand, I turn the faucet, slowly, like I’m afraid it will come alive and snap at my fingers. The initial spurt announces itself in a harsh whisper, like it’s chiding me… Read More

Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-One

I wake up in what feels like a plush cloud, cocooned in a level of comfort that makes me want to stay nestled into the sheets forever. But while my bedding is a little slice of heaven, my body isn’t. At all. Holy sea biscuits… I feel like road kill. Twice run over. No. Like road kill shit. Splattered everywhere. And then warmed over. My shoulders let out a raging battlecry when I attempt to stretch. When I so much as stir. Hell, when I try to breathe. I’m unbelievably… Read More

Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Ninety

Ringing. Pulsing. The sounds fill my ears in a continuous, dizzying stream, like an explosion went off in my head. And body. I feel as if I’ve been blown into a million bits, yet somehow, as far as I can tell, I’m still in one piece. Barely. The sensation of hot semen coating my insides feels like an out of body experience, the implication—and intimacy—of its presence within my body overwhelming. Uncharted. Frightening. Sublime. It’s as if I’m floating above myself, watching this insane scene play out like a movie… Read More

Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Nine

The dining room is a blur of movement and sensation as Frost takes me hard against the chair, his erection plunging through my clenching cunt even as it bears down on him. The feeling is unconscionable; a crash of fire and ecstasy and loss of control. Merciless. Absolutely merciless. He fucks me through the orgasm, his cock spearing my pussy hard and fast. Fast and hard. Wringing every last drop of release splashing over him. The sturdy seat beneath us shifts and groans with every movement, wet smacks of his… Read More

Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Eight

My heart punches itself erratically, a wild beast desperate to break free from my chest I’m scared it might actually pummel me to death. My bones rattle beneath my skin, as if they’re made of nothing more than dry twigs and dust, ready to shatter into a million pieces at any moment. My knees feel nothing short of brittle as I force them to bend, threatening to snap like crackers. Chilled saliva pools in my mouth, my throat clamming up with every attempt to push it down between the fingers… Read More

Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Seven

My heart slams into my throat, almost choking me. My wrists shake miserably, barely managing to keep my tightly wound upper body from colliding with his dining table. “Replace the straw with my cock.” The command embeds itself into my consciousness, reverberating like an endless echo, each repetition amplifying its cruelty. It penetrates my mind like a decadent poison, as if he spoke it several times instead of one. But one is enough. No. One is too much. And yet, I feel my pussy clench at air, convulsing around its… Read More